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Depressive Age: "Symbols For The Blue Times" – 1994

энциклопедия: Depressive Age

Состав группы:

  • Jan Lubitzki – вокал
  • Jochen Klemp – гитары
  • Ingo Grigoleit – гитары
  • Tim Schallenberg – бас
  • Norbert Drescher – ударные

Depressive Age: "Symbols For The Blue Times" – 1994

Композиции:

  1. Hills Of The Thrills
  2. World In Veins
  3. Garbage Canyons
  4. Hut
  5. Subway Tree
  6. Port Graveyard
  7. We Hate Happy Ends
  8. Friend Within
  9. Neptune Roars
  10. Sorry, Mr. Pain
  11. Rusty Cells
  12. Mother Salvation

Лирика

1. Hills Of The Thrills

See me pepole I am on the Hills of the thrills
Rockets, airplanes, spacecranes under my window sill
Jumping with my friends here on the top of surprises
Bring us fast the ying-yang drinks with stones and with ice!

Cheers angels, cheers sunlight, milky way, cheers marsguide!
Cheers thunder, cheers windways, mooncraters, cheers new day!

Signal me, people to the hills of my thrills!
Planets on my crown turn its way under my will
Don't think I'm a god, I am the king of all skies
Lesson to the recall song of all early life.

Suck ying and yang 'til the end!
Burst! Now you're fat, become an angelrat!

Cheers violence, cheers hatred, all bad things, we've taste it
Cheers raped kids, cheers weapons, cheers all things that happen!

See me people I am on the hills of the thrills
Rockets, airplanes, spacecranes under my window sill
Comfort in our seats, we never want to come down,
never want to put our feet back down on your ground

Suck ying and yang 'til the end
Burst! Now you're fat, become an angelrat!

Can you feel my fruit in your minds
I prepare your angelrat-life

Suck ying and yang 'til the end
Burst! Now you're fat, become an angelrat!

Can you feel my fruit in your mind

2. World In Veins

Hello world in veins, drive the ale stuff on its way
Now it's time again, kill the bad mood! Kill hate flames!
Hello world in veins send love to my spirit space!
Woman youu be gone and the movie starts to run.
Now I get lower every day and it's a kind moment to stay
in a whispering reich

Time burns my world

You're a cheap heart!
You're a traitor cunt!
Slut, youu suck your drugs as pastime, fuck!
And I'm minusman, falling down on my knees again,
scream to my mirror's shame, bluaaaah!!

Dark rings under bleary eyes, rasping voice, this is my child
Boy your health had not a choice and I listen to you:
"Hello damaged game, recognize your child again!
Hello dad, lets go to repair you in the toyland store!
Now I just need to find the train to the toyland of my space
and my whispering reich

Time burns my world

You're a cheap heart! You're a traitor cunt!
Slut, you suck your drugs as pastime, fuck!
And I'm minusman, falling down on my knees again,
scream to my mirror's shame, bluaaah!

Mother left us and of all the guilt goes a great part to my side
Child, you have to pay the bill
Is there somebody who'll give this tale an end?
I won't be sacrificed for trends

Hello world in veins, minusman's my name

3. Garbage Canyons

We're the loosers, We see you're disdain
We're the tools for our own coloured fate
No one really knows our place
Justice, give us your grace! Show your face!

But the war slaves of the lords drive us from land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned
And we ride like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,
into the ghetto canyons

"Antisocial" that's their only slang
political correct on their stamps
Roast our bodies sharp! Bon appetite!
Swallow our souls to vomit it!

And the forces of the lords drive us from land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the eternal damned
Yes we ride, like puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,
into the ghetto canyons

Life injurance saves your future plan,
saves your future in a wheel chair gang,
but you laugh about this warning. You wanna drift there where
you want
to the suicide angels, if your fate is turning wrong
Suicide angels, you want never fall down, down from the sky
That's illusion, you can never fall, cause you are living in the
devil's reich

4. Hut

You're breath means leave taking
cause the cancer is marching
My bird dies with lost wings
Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain

In this hut where the childhood lives are the
tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the
symbols for the blue times

Proud walks our landlord
with his magpie in our yard
What will become of him
Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times

Lamps break the chill of this night
In nooks of my sight
Calm in the smell of your clothes
Your shoes have no more walk with you

Burn,hut, burn forever!
Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times

Future is the multiface
Future is the short gold trace,
the coincidence-machine
and the all-answer screen

5. Subway Tree

Black flags with your fingers as their sign in the subways
They show me the right path into your home,
in the city's depth
Down here are the villages of hope for the artists
Their caves, wich the trains never can reach,
so I go by foot
Rainbows in the sewer rising just like me
I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree

Stumbling in your foot step traces only I alone
have the might to reaad your black flags, to know where to go

Targets 'round your brests and 'round your belly button
Tatooed like myself at the same points.
It's the same motif
You shoot me your views under my skin through my circles
Radio, I received things that I missed, Is this higher love?
Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key
I'll live in the hollows near you to plant our subway tree

Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone
have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go

Give me your higher love
and receive my higher love!

Gypsies cross my way, they say: "Join our Cave Bells Cult
then we will save your body's health"
No my direction is soul
My cure is when I come to my deepest love
Suck me through the sewer, in my heart your key
I will be the only brightness for you and our tree

Stumbling in your foot step traces, only I alone
have the might to read your black flags, to know where to go

6. Port Graveyard

What a special taste has desert sand
that seeps all through my skin
No more unreal shapes of caravans
shall lead me to nothing
fade away
I tried to save what's left in my life
fade
away
Heaven can wait and hell shall die

Freedom – My desire
Gratis – Not for to hire
Sandsea – I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard

Burning witches of these desert lands
Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can
I will suck you out on all your tongues
Firejuice 'til I get drunk

Patience – My desire
Gratis – Not for to hire
Sandsea – I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard

Lonelyness that I fear for years
What a good state and I have it here
That's my aim and no one needs to bury me

Wind bring me the sand
to cover my end

7. We Hate Happy Ends

Friends go away, plants go away, I go away every night
Duty is hate for rotten brains and hate is endless fight
I want observe children of mine, those from my sperm bank deal
Give the adresses Dr. Tail, don't say never to me!

The breath of these days let heart beats go faster

I waste no time with self compasion, I waste no fears for bad dreams
Video on, five minutes live within my best porno scene
Revelation 'bout our jealousy, I ignore your photos my dear
Your dying love came with my lies, so blank counts the answer machine

Trust in me today, tomorrow forget it!

Give us your laughter, punishment
We are the dazed ones, we hate happy ends

Give us your laughter, punishment!
We are the dazed ones without sense
Give us your laughter, punishment!
We are the dazed ones, we hate happy ends

Mortals we invite you to the woods in our land.
where the trees let slowly fall their leafs down in your hands.
Take these leafs for mouth, eyes, ears to cover you
mortal fears and tears

8. Friend Within

I am longing for the day
when my spirit comes back again
In this moments when I'm down
I just have to shake these thougts out

Friends deep within me let's save our brain
Let me see mistakes, I want to be back again

Lightning comes to write my course of life
Beginning in early times
Recollections flow through my hand
What flies suppressed in my self-confidence

Friend deep within me let's save our brain
Let me see mistakes, I want to be back again
Friend deep within me let's save our brain
Roots in my childhood try to explain

What is wrong in the scenes of the mirror
We can never save its fall even with fast claws
What is wrong in the scenes of the mirror
No one every saves its fall even with fastest claws

Dear me, let the words out of me, as true as they can
All ropes that I've made for me get burnt try my friend

Bright sound into my fears when I hear you
with the keys to our frankness, what a good mood
Bright sound into my fears when I hear you
and we use this fancy tools for mind-hope

Dear me, let the words out of me, as true as they can
We dance 'round the fire, only me and my friend
All ropes that I've made for me get burnt by my friend
We dance 'round the fire, we're back again

Never let it end, never lose my hand
We dance 'round the fire, yes we're back again!

9. Neptune Roars

Here we live in our wide sea, the occupants in a poisoned zoo
All the woods in water get higher and tigheter too.
Sword fishes have changed their swords
Pairs of scissors on their mouth
They hunt a crowd of whales
from west to east, from north to south

Neptune roars, he's mistreated
Down below kill the dealers and the prong comes out

Carnival from outside,
what strange clownfishes try to imitate fools?
Ironfishes disturb our silence
When they fall down to the seabottom
They don't move, did they die?
why do they have no decay?
Black Mood flows eternal
and it's taste is strange, so strange

Neptune roars, he's mistreated
Down below kill the dealers and the prong comes out

10. Sorry, Mr. Pain

Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights
I seek the hiding of my life
out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills
in a daze

Sorry, Mr. Pain. I go made without warning
Have no remorse to say goodbye to me!
Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in my skin
Snow will decorate it and freeze the veins

Don't wait any longer, follow me
Enter your mirror with a torch
My traces are fresh yet, the blood runs to my shore
See you

Sorry, Mr. Pain, we go nude without warning
Have no remorse to say Goodbye to us!
Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in our skin
Snow will decorate it and freeze the blood

Sorry, Mr. Pain, Sorry Mr. Pain
We go nude without warning, oh sorry Mr. Pain
Sorry Mr. Pain, we dive deep down in icelakes
and we meet a few old friends with longing gazes

Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass piered in our skin
Moonlight makes us glittering in the lakes
Something's wrong without pain
I am fired of this stunned state
So I will go my way until I change again

11. Rusty Cells

Here's the spray set for the ozon health
and the glasses to see 'round all corners and bends
My mind is happy, thinking 'bout a ball
and at the same time the media spits out
the reality of war

So it's rust in all the cells
Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells
Never their harmonies reach old charme
Guns sending their greetings without alarms

Peace for hip waste, business called love
cigarette strength, beauty on the rocks
Internet freaks work with holy trends
'til four ill seasons, working at the same time,
are the last thing on earth what's left

So it's rust in all the cells
Santa Claus wipes the jingle bells
Never their harmonies reach old charme
Bombs sending their greetings without alarms

12. Mother Salvation

First dead on this sunny day
Solar rays have taken
mother's life away to transform it
in veils so soft and thin
that overcast our whole earthball thing

Goodbye take your course
Thank you for all your love
Don't wait for your son. Goodbye

Raise now, spread your soft veils wide
and beginn to slide
through all bad brains and through all the blame that rules
In these dangerous fools
Before a new destruction comes

Mother salvation
Stick the needle on your halo in this earth to suck out all our hell!
Don't wait for your son, Goodbye

Take good care on your vacation
think that you slide with me
Fatal holes in all directions
Please don't slip away from here, my dear
We need you in our sphere

Mother salvation
Stick the needle on your halo in this earth to suck out all our hell!
Goodbye take your course
Thank you for all your love
Don't wait for your son
Stick the needle on your halo in this earth to suck out all our hell!
Goodbye

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